[Not Salem]

My therapist has suggested I try writing poems to deal with recent tragedies

*ahem*

In the sea without lees
Standeth the Beastagor of Hermes
Eating his YT variable
And maketh himself yet full stable
When all his points be from him gone
He standeth still here as a stone
Here is now both green and yelllow
And all so the stone to quicken the load (ing)

thank you